I'm beginning to see the effect Abraxas might have, to be left in the comfort of what could be enemies in our worlds. What do those matters hold when we're all we have here? There's someone else of my world here as well. I understand.

{ it's a statement and question he'll leave on it's own. all he knows that no matter the history conspired, or the angst encountered, now that he has the possibility of starting anew, he won't deny it's tempting. there's a golden leaf of hope somewhere underneath it all, even in the coldness of the cave that is now beginning to warm up from the fires they started. he gives a brief glance over to sylvain, only to take him in. he sees a young man with a weight on his shoulders, and louis is reminded he once had been (despite appearances distracting from his true age). his tone becomes a half-whisper as he continues. }

It seems you get along now. Someone will find us. If not, we'll brave the world out there and find a way. I'm not going to let this cave be my burial ground.